From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 304 Sword Light Sweeps Across the World, Slaying Demons (Bonus Chapter 12 for Donations)

"Haven't you found a master yet?" Shi Mao's voice came, tinged with dissatisfaction.

The atmosphere in the cabinet was incredibly oppressive. Their previous talk of waiting to die was just talk, especially after Shuten-dōji sat down in meditation.

If the other party continues to be domineering, then these people may really have to wait to die, since the other party's dominance and strength are etched in their minds.

America could make them cower and cower, and supernatural beings many times more powerful than America would certainly be even more so.

But now, with Shuten-dōji in a deep sleep, the giant Rashomon demon has also fallen asleep, creating a loophole in what was originally a deadly threat!
They suddenly had time to struggle, and the spirit of "subordinates overthrowing superiors" began to stir in their minds again!
So, during this day, after a series of thoughts including running away, deep thinking, and resistance, they decided to fight to the death!
After all, Emperor Naruhito is still sitting in the Imperial Palace, and the entire nation of Tokyo is suffering from the monster invasion. If these politicians dare to leave, the opposition parties will make sure they can never come to power again!
After all, the impact of this incident was far too severe. Whoever left is the sinner, whoever left has to take the blame. It has always been this way.

Among those present, there was certainly a thought of finding someone to take the blame, just like Shi Mao, who had originally been considering resigning but no longer mentioned it.

He knew without even thinking that if he dared to resign, these people would agree, and then all the blame and responsibility would be pinned on him, ensuring he could never recover!

He resigned because he didn't want to deal with the mess the country was in. Since the country was already ruined, whoever came to power would be the scapegoat, and he didn't want to take the job.

But now, even if it's unrelated, we have no choice but to do it, otherwise we can only wait for those people to use public opinion as a pretext to destroy us!

Just like now, seeing the officials in front of me bowing their heads, with such a cautious and timid attitude, bowing only when you criticize me, is even more infuriating!
After all, who doesn't know that bowing and apologizing is just for show? As long as he can't touch the other party's superiors, even if these people are dismissed, they will be reinstated immediately. This is commonplace.

"Keep stirring, all of you! When Shuten-dōji wakes up, he'll realize his mistake!" Shi Mao shouted, sitting down and looking at the empty seat beside him. "Why is no one here yet?"

"Your Excellency, the Foreign Minister has gone missing, and the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department is still investigating!" someone replied.

Upon hearing this, Shi Mao was overjoyed. Missing? Good! If he's missing, he can shift the blame, right?
Everyone else thought the same thing, and they even started exchanging glances, wondering, "Could it be... that he ran away?"

Suddenly, the door was kicked open, and a policeman rushed in: "The Foreign Minister's body... we've found it! But only a third of it is left!"

"One-third... what does that mean?" Everyone couldn't help but ask.

"That's right, only his legs were left... We confirmed his identity through DNA comparison!" the policeman said, forcing a smile.

"What exactly happened?" Shi Mao was also a little panicked. With only his legs left, could he have died such a tragic death?
"I don't know. There are no footprints, no surveillance footage, only the screams in the audio..." the officer stammered. "The captain suspects it might be... a demon!"

Upon hearing this, all the officials panicked. "Prime Minister, I think it's absolutely necessary to invite someone over!"

"Yes, yes, I'll go to Kyoto right now and contact Master Seiji!"

"I'm going too! I'm going too!"

"And I!"

"Then I'll go to Calcutta and find our mage!"

"I'll go to Myanmar and ask that Master Min Aung if he can come!"

"I...I'll go to the Vatican. If that doesn't work, I'll ask the Holy See!"

Before the knife touched them, these people didn't feel pain, but now, the death of someone of equal rank is like a resounding slap in the face!
This slap told them that everyone would die, without distinction, not just the common people, but they were among them too!

The closest and most famous temple in the area should actually be Senso-ji Temple.

However, the monks said that the masters were all studying on the other side of the sea and were still at a loss, so people could only place their last hope in the places around them where there might be extraordinary beings.

For example, the various Shinto shrines have recently closed down, not because they don't want to make money, but mainly because with more people, there are more demons and ghosts coming, and they are afraid of dying.

Many ministers were aware of these matters, as they were part of the system and the shrines were mostly connected to them.

As I said before, everyone in this country is trying to make money. How could they not know what kinds of businesses make money? But that only makes the ghosts seem more terrifying. These ghosts don't want to make money; they want lives!
This officially broke down the multi-layered structure of status, position, and wealth that officials had always believed in. They were surprised to find that the firewall they had built was so fragile in the face of the extraordinary!

Although I had this thought before, death is the real slap that tears away this fear!
Hearing their words and seeing their eagerness to act, Shi Mao laughed, "Do you think you can leave now?"

He raised his hand and pointed to the dark clouds in the distance, "The planes can't take off anymore, and as for the cars... look outside!"

Outside, the roads in Tokyo were completely blocked by cars, with horns blaring. Who cares about traffic restrictions now? They can hardly move around, let alone leave.

Their fighting and arguing cost them their last chance to leave.

“Actually, there’s another place where there are no cars…” someone said, turning to look at the vicinity of the Imperial Palace in Chiyoda, where a colossal structure stood majestically.

Everyone's face darkened. There were indeed no cars there, but there was no one there either. If they went over, they might lose their lives.
Because from the ruins of that shrine, souls continue to drift out, some of them specially shaped.

Some people who have been brainwashed by the propaganda actually went to worship them, hoping that these "heroic spirits" would bring them good luck.

Good luck is out of the question, but death is no shortage; let whoever wants to go go!
"Wait, there... why is someone there?" a councilor suddenly exclaimed!

"Where is anyone?" Everyone looked up.

"It's at the shrine! There are... two people near that monster!" The councilor heard the voice, switched perspectives to look, and actually saw something.

"Two people?" Shi Mao made a quick decision. "Take over the signal!"

Everyone turned around and sat down. Since they couldn't leave first, they decided to observe the situation.

The camera panned to a man dressed in distinctive clothing and wooden clogs, floating beside a young man holding a sword.

The two walked down the street, with the enormous monster sleeping beside them. They were so afraid of waking it that they didn't even dare to have it bombed with missiles!

"That outfit... is he an Onmyoji?" Everyone had some prior experience with supernatural beings, so they stared in surprise at the floating man. "He's an Onmyoji, then this young man could be...?"

Before they could finish speaking, they saw the young man with the sword quickly draw it and, in front of everyone, swing it and slash straight down!
Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, he unleashed a white sword light, striking a "demon" that had just sprouted from the bottom of the shrine!
The ghost was still wearing a yellow-green military uniform, yet it was calling out something fiercely amidst the sword light before completely dissipating.

"Is this... a swordsman? Or is it the way of the sword?" someone asked in silence.

"It must be Kendo, right? His clothes are in the style of Kendo, and his attacks are similar..." someone said, their eyes full of joy!

Finally... finally... have their superhumans appeared too?
In the eyes of these officials, Genji, who was slaying demons, was their best support, not to mention that he also had an Onmyoji following him!

This is absolutely brilliant!

So what if Kyoto has Onmyoji? Tokyo has its own Onmyoji too, and they can float in the air, making them clearly stronger than the ones in Kyoto!
Everyone was excited. They were excited about the appearance of the superhuman, and even more excited that they were still alive!

As for the ghosts that were killed, even though these ghosts held a certain place in their hearts, many people still harbored resentment towards them.

You war criminals, you're dead, that's all. We worship you to gain political power, to give you faith, and you actually do drugs? You truly deserve to die!
They don't think they're wrong; they only think others are wrong.

Before their very eyes, the swordsman's sword shone brightly, even under the oppressive darkness of the dark clouds!

Killing a ghost makes the weather clearer, which is certainly a good thing!

P.S.: September 918th. When the air raid sirens sounded today, I just happened to think of what I was going to write today. What a coincidence! I wouldn't call it a tribute, but rather that the story just happened to end here.

(End of this chapter)